In the moments then..

I woke up to my restleness at 2 am to write,

And I screen, to spot the disturbing thoughts in my sight.

It would soon be three years that he is fighting strong and he stands upright,
I still remember the moment that changed every bit of a person, who carried a spotlight.

The vehicle's tyre burst, costed hard that years fail to set things as before,

It threatened his life itself, later risking his vision, memory and innumerable expressions at core.

The damage to his body broke like a storm to this mother's heart,
The boy's charisma was revealed when  hundereds were seen to get, ripped apart.

Remember the story of - Kings, Fishermen and Shepards all gathering at the Messiah's birth?
Such was the scene that all Men of different cast, creed, profession and sect massed once more on this earth.

Astonishingly, I saw another thing in resemblance, in the moments then! 

His aftermath struggle pictured the Messiah's crucification, 

And I stopped questioning, "why" and got my faith, in this young blood's struggle and existential order in function.